“Isn’t that awful?” said Mrs. Hollister. “Sallie will be massacred as sure as fate—that’s the end of missionaries. I had a second cousin who went and both she and her husband were victims. I wouldn’t allow a child of mine to marry one. Let him stay in his own country, but to drag a young girl out into those heathen places—it’s an outrage.”
“Well, our Ohio Camp Fire will resolve itself into only half, I fear,” said Nora. “There’s poor Mattie, Miss Kate, Sallie and Mollie from right there. I wonder who’s going to take their places.”
“Perhaps,” said Ethel, “little Mollie Hastings if she’s pronounced cured. It may be of great benefit to her. Let’s see what can be done.”
“Dorothy Kip might become an Ohio girl and spend her summers up there with us too,” suggested Nora. “And if Dr. Bigelow goes with the Scouts Nannie can join.”
“We’ll see,” replied Ethel. “It’s quite a few months before next summer. Sufficient unto the day, etc.”
Ethel was getting along famously at Barnard.
“What profession shall you follow—the law or ministry?” Harvey would ask jokingly.
“Something that shall enable me to become self supporting,” Ethel would reply seriously.
“There’s where you make a mistake,” said Harvey. “A woman was made to be supported by a man—not to support herself.”
“Why not?” asked Ethel. “How many wives today support their husbands? Have you any idea of the number?”